A sleepy valley is awoken long ago.
It's tired of the wind, which is disturbing herbage.
Unkempt dry grass is swaying from hard endless squalls.
There was too little time to have a rest in snow age.
A naughty spring has come too early. Winter's gone,
being too stuck to have a senseless shaming fighting.
Snow's melted, opening death ugly sights. Alone
the wind tries to alive completely broken grass blades.
The valley looks too lifeless under the sky cloth.
The last scant snow melted in March, but nature's frozen
in disbelief of premature misleading warmth
of the erratic spring. Trust is completely broken.
by Thea Ariss
06.04.2025
A sleepy valley is awoken long ago
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